No matter the era, wars were never a good thing. They consumed resources, and the process was always harsh on the loser’s shoulders. The victorious leaders had to justify the benefits they’d gotten from the armed conflict and why the people had to bleed. The anger and grudges of the populace wouldn’t go away just because it was over.

They would consume everything...

Kill as many as those who had died...

And destroy as much as what had been broken.

The policy of an eye for an eye would always cross the line once emotions took over their decisions. They wouldn’t regain what had been lost in the war no matter how violently they responded to their pain. No, even if it couldn’t be regained, they had to do it.

They knew it was an eternal chain of revenge, but no one could escape. However, that didn’t really apply to this war.

“... It is complicated, this civil war.”

“I think so as well, Your Majesty.”

The winning side of the civil war, Elsid and his close adviser Marquis Piris, sighed. It would have been far easier...